Tuesday, March 25, 2014

When Friction with Leadership Pays

The 2 key points to working with leadership

A leader acts like a grinding stone sharpener - you know that huge wheel of stone that you hold metal objects to and it sharpens them down to a fine edge? There's some that come with finger guards, some that are just one big round wheel and you have to know how to approach the bugger. Whether they have a bit of user friendliness, or are just old school gruff, there's no denying one thing about a grinding stone - it will destroy you if you don't leave it alone.

Point One: Get sharp, get effective, and then move on.

You see people who like to carry baggage and go back for more goes at the grinding stone - whether they perceive there's an injustice that's happened to them, or they're in a pride showdown - they just keep going back to the grind. It's like they perceive a debt needs to be paid, and they'll get repaid if they just butt against that grinding stone enough. Maybe in some delusional state they feel the stone will eventually make them sharp enough to destroy it.

Point Two: Rock always beats scissors.

So if you're taking on the leadership, well there's no problem on giving a little push back. You need some friction to create your edge. But if you're taking on the leadership yet again, as in, yet again, maybe start looking for your motivation. Because if you're out to destroy it, refer to point 2.





Cheers,
Sarah

Btw, if you're wondering how I can be employed in HR, and write about HR - here's my explanation.

Image from http://thesmilecollective.com.au/paper-rock-scissors-super-samurai/

Sunday, March 16, 2014

A Happy Death is the Worst Death of All

Have you ever heard of hypoxia? It's the starvation of oxygen from the body, you know, like when you'e at high altitude. My partner who is training to be a pilot had to do a test of how long he could function effectively without oxygen. He explained it to me as a "happy death" because despite the fact he was dying, he was perfectly happy.

Here's someone explaining it a little better:

'"Two whole minutes of my life had disappeared, simple as that," he says, throwing his hands into the air. "What was extraordinary was that I had no fear or concern or distress, just this massive self-belief. I believed I had beaten the system, but I had fooled myself." This is the crux of the issue. With hypoxia there is no raging against the dying of the light, more a friendly welcome.'





The scary thing about hypoxia is the blissful unawareness and therefore, unwillingness to fix the problem.

'"Flick the switch, Michael," orders Dr Ted Meeuwsen, acutely aware of how much Portillo's brain and other vital organs are being starved of oxygen. But the former politician, still capable of sight, sound and coherent speech, does not reconnect his oxygen supply. Meeuwsen tries again. "Put your oxygen mask back on or you will die," he says bluntly. Again Portillo ignores him as he continues the journey to the edge of his existence. A few seconds pass and then the scientists can wait no longer. Physiologist Hans Wittenberg, who has been monitoring his subject in an altitude chamber mimicking atmospheric conditions at 29,000ft, snatches Portillo's mask and clamps it back over his nose and mouth.'

We experience this personally, and in our workplace, when we obliviously continue down our merry path of everything being 'nice'. Being nice to our customers, being nice to our colleagues, having a nice atmosphere... it's so nice to be nice. But niceness is just another form of a happy death, when there's no movement towards sustainability like making a profit. Is it our job to be nice to customers, or to sell to them with intelligence? Is it our job to be nice to our colleagues, or to ensure the right decisions are being made?

And so it doesn't matter whether we scream "change now or die" to those that we're leading who are in a state of nicepoxia. They don't care! Why change when everything is so nice? Change only means one thing - that the niceties have to go. It means accountability and challenge.

Are you willing to do whatever it takes to survive? Are you up to the job of snapping people out of it? Can you be the grim reaper of their (or your) 'nice' lives? Can you deal with the fact that survival might mean a lot of unhappiness?

A 'happy death' is the worst death of all, because there's not even a fight for that valuable life - it's just an acceptance of the needless inevitability of it all. How freaking lame.




Cheers,
Sarah

Btw, if you're wondering how I can be employed in HR, and write about HR - here's my explanation.
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